| I met an old man who never loved
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| I met a young boy who hunted doves
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| A cat at the window, then on the floor
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| We are all windows locking the door
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| Because in the end everyone’s wrong, love doesn’t stay put, never for long,
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| here for one day, the next day it’s gone
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| And its painful making two lives one
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| Boats in the darkness painted white approach from a distance and pass in the
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| night
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| Back into the dark waiting for the spark, we look for the light in the white
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| noise of the night
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| We couldn’t have known time is loving alone
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| All the stories were mine
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| The end is the try
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| So then the morning soon came along, a note on the pillow, a half finished song
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| But even before that something went wrong, I started to miss it before it was
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| gone
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| Because in the end everyone’s wrong, love doesn’t stay put, never for long,
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| here for one day, the next day it’s gone
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| And its painful making two lives one
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| Back into the dark waiting for the spark, we look for the light in the white
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| noise of the night
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| We couldn’t have known time is loving alone
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| All the stories were mine
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| The end is the try |